"What exactly is Spirit Hall trying to do?!" Inside the imperial palace, Xue Ye's furious roar rang throughout the hall.
Spirit Hall, an organization that had existed for over a thousand years, already kept Xue Ye fearful day and night.
Now, watching Bi Shuo and those so-called Sons of Glory on the Celestial Screen, Xue Ye was truly furious.
Beat you, of course.
Beside him, the "Heaven Dou Crown Prince," whose face showed respect and trepidation, felt a flicker of disdain.
Nothing but an incompetent man's impotent rage.
Still, I never expected this uncle of mine to be a brilliant commander, much less become the leading figure of Spirit Hall's younger generation in my absence.
Even Qian Renxue had some surprise in her eyes.
However, she felt that, if not for Bibi Dong's "world-shaking wisdom,"
she could have achieved as much as Bi Shuo, perhaps even more.
Still, from the looks of it, I can leave the army to Unc... Bi Shuo when the time comes.
Having served as the Heaven Dou Crown Prince for all these years, Qian Renxue also understood well that "a thousand soldiers were easy to find, but a single general was hard to come by."
At least in all her years in the Heaven Dou Empire, she had never seen anyone particularly outstanding in military affairs.
"Ah! Qinghe, tell me, why haven't a few outstanding young talents emerged in our Heaven Dou Empire?"
Naturally, Xue Ye knew nothing of what this "crown prince" before him was thinking. He only felt that, if he closed his eyes, he could almost see the empire's future.
Utter darkness.
Had I known, I would have fathered a few more children when I was young. Perhaps one of them might have had a top-tier mutated martial soul.
Glancing at the "respectful and obedient" child beside him, Xue Ye could not help thinking this.
With Spirit Hall flourishing by the day, Xue Ye truly feared that he might open his eyes one day to find Bibi Dong had proclaimed herself emperor.
[Within the Celestial Screen, the almost unending waves left both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Bi Shuo feeling somewhat fatigued.]
["But... why do those Soul Masters have red light around them?"]
[Amid the fighting, Chrysanthemum Douluo caught sight of several Soul Masters below, and a trace of astonishment flashed through his eyes.]
["That red light? Could it be some special Soul Skill?"]
["But why do so many of them have it? An enhancement Soul Skill from a support Soul Master?"]
[Before Chrysanthemum Douluo could think it through, the Soul Beasts attacking like a torrent abruptly faltered, and those launching attacks slowly withdrew.]
[Eventually, the entire battlefield fell silent. The Soul Masters who had been fighting fiercely just moments before looked bewildered, finding themselves somewhat at a loss instead.]
["Looks like the big ones are coming."]
[Bi Shuo rubbed his head with his sword hand and withdrew from the front line, returning beneath Spirit Hall's banner. The six squad leaders of the Sons of Glory quickly gathered around him, awaiting their next orders.]
["Sir! Are you injured?"]
[Seeing Bi Shuo rubbing his head, one squad leader immediately grew somewhat nervous and blurted out the question, only to realize afterward that he had misspoken.]
[Bi Shuo was the backbone of the Sons of Glory. If word spread now that he was injured, morale would suffer severely.]
["I'm fine."]
[Bi Shuo shook his head, his purple-and-gold clothes long since stained blood-red.]
[He pressed the gem on the hilt of his purple-and-silver longsword against his temple. Just as he was about to speak, a powerful voice rang across the entire battlefield.]
["Humans! Hand over that whoever-he-is! And you'll be spared!!"]
[The surviving human Soul Masters: ?]
[Hand over who?]
[Bi Shuo looked toward the source of the voice, his pupils suddenly contracting.]
["Four hundred-thousand-year soul beasts?!"]
[Amid the seemingly endless beast horde stood an enormous dark gold terrorclaw bear, his golden beast eyes filled with defiance as he gazed disdainfully at the humans before him.]
[To his left and right stood another dark gold terrorclaw bear each, both of terrifying ages.]
[Meanwhile, a little behind that dark gold terrorclaw bear,]
[a hundred-thousand-year Titan Giant Ape and a Sky Azure Bull Python stood quietly, clearly deferring to this hundred-thousand-year dark gold terrorclaw bear.]
[Putting away his silver-and-purple longsword, Bi Shuo stood before the defensive line under Chrysanthemum Douluo's protection and respectfully addressed the dark gold terrorclaw bear.]
["Honored King of the Forest! Might I ask how we have angered you, to provoke such fury from the Star Dou Great Forest?"]
["Who cares about you? Just one thing!"]
["Hand over that whoever-he-is, and you ants can leave safely. Otherwise, your grandpa here will swallow you whole!"]
[The three-hundred-thousand-year ferocious beast Xiong Jun glanced at the two humans in the lead, his beast face displaying disdain that even humans could understand.]
[Damn it, that bastard Di Tian.]
[I'd already charged out before you said hundred-thousand-year soul beasts weren't to act. Why are you such a coward?]
[Do those gods have so little to do? Staring at the Douluo Continent every day? Just spend the rest of your life guarding that lord of yours!]
[Though curses filled his heart, none showed on Xiong Jun's face. All he wanted was to go out and fight to his heart's content.]
["That Xiong Jun!"]
[Meanwhile, deep in the heart of the Star Dou Great Forest, Di Tian's face was filled with helplessness.]
[His original plan had indeed been to send several ferocious beasts out to slaughter, but that had been before he heard those battling Soul Masters utter the words:]
["Blood for the Blood God, skulls for the Throne."]
[Blood for what god? Skulls for what throne?]
[Di Tian had immediately grown wary, worried that some god had descended to arrange an inheritance.]
[If things escalated now and drew that so-called "Blood God" to investigate the Star Dou Great Forest, his lord, who was still recovering from injuries, would be exposed.]
[For this reason, Di Tian had urgently recalled the ferocious beasts, intending to send only those few gatekeepers to capture the green-haired brat.]
[But Xiong Jun had gotten carried away and charged out, ignoring the recall order.]
[Holding his head with a pained expression, Di Tian transmitted his voice to Xiong Jun once more.]
["Xiong Jun! Since you're already out there, do the job properly!"]
["Throw them the portrait! Drag that human out!"]
["Hmph!"]
[Xiong Jun snorted coldly. Staring at the humans before him, he spoke again in his powerful voice.]
["Humans! You have one hour to hand over this green-haired brat, or else... heh heh!"]
["Boom!!"]
[With a casual swipe of his claw, he sheared the top off a mountain on the spot. Everything went without saying.]
[And as Xiong Jun's words fell,]
[several ten-thousand-year soul beasts immediately unfurled a massive portrait, revealing the image of a green-haired youth holding Blue Silver Grass.]
[It was none other than Ye Wuhen.]
["Green hair, and Blue Silver Grass... could it be him?!"]
[The instant Bi Shuo saw the portrait, a report about the plague in Nuoding City back then sprang to mind.]
["If I remember correctly... wasn't he dead?"]
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